Author's Notes:

So0mething small and soft for the ones that can't wait. Sorry, we have exams soon :(

Skyler was 6 years old.

The day brought along a cold wind that kept pushing against him and the time of year - somewhere in October - filled the roads with wet unpleasant Leaves. It was his birthday and her death day.

His father was beside him, moving along as in a trance. It was not the first time they walked that route nor should it be the last time. His father was an Earthpony. Gray with white Mane. A Hammer for a Cutie mark.

Skyler looked at the sky, it was gray, the Pegasus cleared it for the next scheduled storm in a few days. he looked back at the road. It was a path behind one of the local churches leading to the graveyard. One of Skylers earliest memories was from that place. Back then when he had still had to be carried. It was not a happy memory but he understood why they were walking it.

It was midday, the sun shining and giving the Leaves a depressed wet look. Some dry and some wet.

Then they finally reached the place. A small area with a few dozens of stones sticking from the ground. Some were higher then others as well as different colored. A variety from pure black to light white. Skyler saw letter and numbers on them but he couldn't read them. He was supposed to enter school the following Month. For him, the letters and words had no meaning but he found some pretty. They passed his favorite stone - a pure black one with golden letters. marble Black. Shiny with a smooth surface. he stopped for a few seconds and stared at the stone. His father stopped and waited for his son to get a move on.

The colt was satisfied and continued to follow his father.

Some graves were tended to, some seemed abandoned for years, as if the pony below the earth did not leave a happy family behind. Nobody that would care... depressing.

The little colt understood why they were there and how the whole grave process worked. He did talk to some ponies that worked here from time to time. Nevertheless, the thought that ones body ends up in a place like this was in a way depressing. To Skyler at least. He did not voice his complaint. This was a sensitive moment for his father as well. Skyler never complained. On other days maybe but not today.

The sounds of chirping birds ceased after a while and only their hoof bumps against the earth were the only things heard. Crunching or making wet sounds due to the Leaves.

And then they stopped in front of a simple Gravestone.

It had few words on it. Black Letters that Skyler could not see. The contrast between them and the actual stone was too extreme. The Earth below appeared to be tended to well enough for no weed to sprout. There were some flowers here and there as well as a few little items like vases and a picture frame of a Yellow Mare.

Skylers father sat down on the Earth as did Skyler, it became a little ritual there.

Then his father spoke, "Hello Love..."

The silent room was drilled with an unpleasantly cheery tune about suicide as an alarm clock and a hoof moved over the button of said device. A bit of pressure on the snooze button made it stop and the Mare under the covers of the couch turned the other away, attempting to catch a few seconds of more valuable sleep.

Bananasplit was ill. Even devils get sick sometimes and this was one of those days where this exactly happened. Not only was the fever sudden but it also was sadly self inflicted and Bananasplit swore to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever touch a meal that wasn't in the Fridge overnight.

She made herself some Spaghetti the other day and left the leftovers on the Table and not in the Refrigerator. Something went wrong and now she got that cold virus in her blood.

Bananasplit realized that she had to call her Boss to say that she was sick and then to go to a Doctor. She was confident that it would play out the way she wanted it to. She was great friends with all her little devils and the big ones and she never ever was sick this year before. With a confident smirk she imagined...

She stood up and went to the phone. her bedroom was modest and despite her behavior, not filled with Sex-toys and naughty posters. It had a couch that was used as a bed and a shelf that covers one of the walls. She passes by and reaches the red black Phone. It was a simple station and the phone had the number-pad on it. It looked like an old mobile-phone but it was a simple house telephone.
She took it and proceeded to call a number.

"Tartarus Ring 4 Crime institute, you are talking with CJR. How can I help you?" the voice of her second in command was heard. Split smiled at the memory of her application. She was glad to have hired that Devil.

"CJR? 'Split here. I call in sick..."

"Oh no! what do you have, boss?"

"A virus... I go to the doctor later..."

"you do that. I keep an eye on the business here."

Bananasplit thanked her and hung up. Next thing she had to do was to survive that headache and go to the doctor to be examined. She could call an ambulance but that was unnecessary dramatic at the moment. So she simply did what she usually would do during her work routine. eating something. A bit of Juice and brushing the teeth before getting cleaned.

She walked through the door of her Apartment and walked down the Stairs. She did not pay her environments any mind nor glance. It was there, she knew that.

The doctor she would like to go to lives halfway on the route to her workplace. A quick jog but she felt bad enough already.

... A knock

she did not mind it and proceeded on her way through the demon city.

...Clip

Was that a door? Maybe...

Bananasplit opened her eyes and saw how CJR entered the Apartment.

"CJR?" asked Bananasplit tiredly.

The other devil, a Mare with an orange fur and two toned gray and purple Mane on her head. Her pupils were missing and what was left was an orange iris, staring at Bananasplit.

"You alright? You did not come to work today?" the devil entered Splits bedroom and was surprised at the state her boss/friend was in.

Splits mane was more chaotic than ever and there were bangs under her eyes. A soft shade of green on Splits face gave off strange feelings of disgust.

"Are you sick?" asked the orange Devil.

"yea..." said Bananasplit and slumped on her side on the bed again. She stared into space.

"You did not call..."

"I thought I did..."